Same material, same subject, very different outcomes. Years later, her students remember vividly the material from her class, and look back at their semester together as a crucial turning point in their lives. As she goes over the same material from the same book, her students buzz with excitement, falling over themselves to answer every question she poses to the class, their gazes riveted tightly to hers as she spins out ever-more-fascinating details. Now imagine: A period later, a different teacher stands in front of a different group of students teaching her section of the same class. Neither teacher nor students are inspired six months later, neither will remember what was said or done that day or, indeed, any day. His students drop one by one into a dazed stupor, drool puddling beneath their vacant faces, necks craning to catch quick glimpses of the clock, thumbs twiddling against phonepads beneath their desks. As he repeatedly fills the board and erases it, fills the board and erases it, he drones out a list of names and dates, formulae and proofs, theories and evidence. Imagine: a teacher stands in front of a classroom filled with bored, listless students.
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